Short Stories

50 Word Thursday #24 – A trip to the Sea.

Debbie Whittam has set a challenge to write a poem or story in 50 words, or multiples of 50 up to a maximum of 250 words, inspired by a picture and include some particular lines.

I missed it last week because I was on holiday/vacation, so this is the last one I wrote:

Here is this weeks picture.



Here are the words:

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

Daniel Silva’s The Heist

A Trip to the Sea

As a child, I had always wanted to see the sea. We lived in the mountains, far away, so I had never seen it.

When it was my eighth birthday my parents asked me what I wanted.

“I want to see the sea,” I replied, having no concept of what this would cost.

My parents scrimped and saved and that summer took me on a trip to the nearest port.

The journey took us three days and at that age, it felt like a lifetime, but I will never forget my first sight of that ocean.

I remember staring at the sun glittered on the water like thousands of jewels.

As we drove down to the wharf, the smell of the fish was so pungent in the air, you don’t get smells like that in the mountains.

The fishing boats had returned from their morning runs; sea creatures of every sort lay atop the metal tables along the ports eastern flank.

I gazed fascinated at all the fish and other animals. Then I stopped, stunned and awed at an amazing creature, all rubbery with lots of legs with suckers on them.

“Papa? What on earth is that?” I cried.

My father looked at the expression on my face and burst out laughing.

“That’s an octopus, Son. Don’t you remember we used to read to you ‘Ollie the Octopus’ when you were little?”

“Yeah, But I didn’t know they were so… gory!

My parents laughed about that all the way home.


[250 words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 25/October/2018


I have also included Sheryl’s Your Daily Word Prompt: Gory



Manic Mondays 3-Way Challenge – So Hungry are the Damned – A Dark Poem



This poem was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:


So Hungry Are the Damned


He lured her to his lair

in that dark, secluded glade,

without fear, without a care

she danced to the tune he played.


He admired her tender form

so lovely, so full of grace.

Her body, soft and warm, 

then he slowly turned her face.


he bit into her neck,

to harvest her blood, so hot.

The red stains now bedeck

where diamonds soon forgot. 


Now she’ll join him as his queen,

in his realm, that darkest land, 

Envy not, those fiends, unclean,

so hungry are the damned


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 01/October/2018





The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

This is a continuation of a story I was writing some time ago. See here for the last instalment.

This story was inspired by the following word prompts:

FOWC with Fandango — Radical

Today’s things are: farewell, retirement, pasture


James returned to the Kitchen to find that Mrs Ponsomby had breakfast well underway. 

The smells of the sausages and bacon sizzling in the pan made his stomach rumble. It was one of his favourite aromas.

Jennifer was helping Mrs Ponsomby by beating the eggs with a little milk. 

“Go and Wash your hands, James, you’re all covered in grime and cobwebs from that cellar” Jennifer chided automatically falling back into her role as the bossy younger sister. Since growing up in the orphanage, they’d always been close but the last couple of years they had led separate lives. He worked in the City as a bank clerk and Jennifer was a teaching assistant at a Primary school in the suburbs. They both had their separate little dingy flats and led separate lives, meeting up occasionally. It was funny how being back together they had reverted. He was once again the protective older brother.

Obediently he went upstairs and cleaned himself up, then returned to the dining room and set the table. 

Continue reading The Strange Inheritance – Part Six – A Multiple Word Prompt Story

Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

I started writing a murder mystery some time ago, This is the final chapter.

If you’d like to read this story from the beginning, click on this link:

Everything Stops for Tea

She had only taken one sip of the tea when the doorbell rang yet again. It was an impudent ring and it didn’t surprise her at all when Alice opened the door and her great-nephew bounded in.

“Afternoon Auntie, I got your note” Charles beamed at her then looked around at the gathered assembly. “What’s this all about Aunt Audrey? Did you want to make up a four for Bridge? That’s not really my game, more of a Cribbage man myself.”

“Just be quiet Charles and sit over there” Audrey pointed at a vacant chair next to Lord Halifax.

Audrey stood up and cleared her throat.

I have asked you all here to discuss the unfortunate deaths of Elsie Taplow and Claudia Halifax.

Audrey couldn’t complain she hadn’t received due attention. Several pairs of eyes were locked on her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were going to do this?” Sir Alfred was clearly taken off guard “We were supposed to be working together.”

Standing at her full height, Audrey’s blue eyes flashed, she had never looked more alive.

“I couldn’t trust you fully. You could have very well been the killer. You came to call on me very early on that morning when poor Elsie’s body was found. You could have just come from killing her. I’ve seen it before, an old policeman, feeling obsolete and no longer useful. They go off the rails a bit. They want to make themselves important again, make themselves relevant. So why not create a murder to make them more relevant?”

Sir Alfred looked quite pale as he sat there looking up at Audrey.

Continue reading Everything Stops for Tea – Murder Mystery Grand Finale

Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

I was posting instalments of the Fantasy story I wrote 17 years ago every Sunday and Wednesday afternoons. The most observant amongst you may have realised that I haven’t posted an instalment in some time. In fact, the last one was posted last Friday, the 17th of August.

Well here is the next part. I hope you are enjoying it.

If you want to read it from its genesis, here is the link:


Part Twenty-Three

Piotr Drake had not been enjoying himself. No, not at all. He was not in the best of moods. He had been travelling on the road for several days, since leaving the City of Savarias, on horse back and dressed up like a Mage. This had presented a couple of problems for Piotr. Firstly, that despite being a coachman he was not at all a good horse rider. He was fine with horses when he was sitting up high and they were harnessed to the coach and he had the reins and his whip. He found sitting on them quite unbearable. Truth be known he was not at all fond of horses. Riding them, he felt that the horse was more in control of the situation than he was. It took all his strength and stamina to keep the horse from straying from the road to have a munch of some tempting thicket. The way Piotr gripped his reins you would have thought he was riding a fierce stallion. Actually the horse was a particularly docile example and had been christened by its original owner, ‘Plodder’.

Continue reading Sunday Afternoon Reading – My Fantasy Story Part 23.

The Greatest Dancer – A silly poem

This poem was inspired by the Three Things Challenge set by Theresa the Haunted Wordsmith, It’s great to see her back.

Today’s things are: flower pot, stereo instructions, dancer

Plus the Word of the Day: Bravado

and Fandango’s Word: Reflex.

FOWC with Fandango — Reflex


The Greatest Dancer

I am the greatest dancer

when I have had a few

Like a noble pony prancer

you’ve seen nothing like I can do


I give it everything I’ve got,

with a bravado something keen

around a handbag, or flower pot

with a passion, you’ve never seen.


They tell me, I’m something great,

when I get out on the floor,

I kick my feet and while I gyrate,

everyone else runs out the door.


I have a reflex like a cat,

that’s what one survivor said

though he was a bit delirious

when I accidentally kicked him in the head.


So let me put on my favourite songs

I know that there’ll be major ructions

an exodus of desperate throngs

as I reach for the stereo instructions. 


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/August/2018

Picture from Pexels, Free WordPress Picture Library


The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

This is a part of a longer story that I have been writing over the last few weeks. 

See here for the last part of the story, which also contains links to all the others, if you want to read more:

Part Five

The next day Pablo woke early. The sun was just coming up over the horizon, its light slowly ebbing into the dark night sky, hiding all its stars and turning it blue and getting brighter and brighter towards the east.

He put a small pack together, a change of clothes and a few simple belongings, he didn’t own much. He also put on the silver St Christopher charm necklace that his mother had given him. He didn’t usually wear it as the memories of his mother filled him with that longing for her touch that would never come. It was a charm to protect travellers and he was going with his Uncle Carlos to the City of Valencia. Likely, he would need its protection now.

Continue reading The Wind Sheds No Tears – Part Five

Cadavre Exquis, anyone?

A suggestion for a new challenge from Cyranny of Cyranny’s Cove.
I hadn’t heard of Cadavre Exquis before, but it sounds interesting. Let Cyranny know what you think, if you are interested. It will likely be posted on the Word of the Day blog.

Cyranny's Cove

Dear Lovelies,

If you were a part of The Cove last year, you might remember when we played Cadavre Exquis. It is a writing game, and this year, I’ll hold two separate challenges. One for story-tellers, and one for people who prefer poetry.

The two challenges will be held on the Word of the Day Challenge blog. If you want more information, or if you’d like to join in either challenges (or both, the more the merrier), just click on the link below!

I have left all the details there, but don’t hesitate to ask any question you might have 🙂

Dear fellow wordsmiths, With the start of the year, I had an idea to invite you to play with words in a different way. Not a “new” way, per say, since it is a writing game that goes back to the 1920s, and I have not invented…

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Finish the Story 2019 #3 – One Day

I really enjoy these challenges, but apologies for not doing it quicker.

Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith has tagged me in her latest Finish the Story challenge.

See the post here:


  1. Copy the story as you receive it.
  2. Add to the story in some fashion.
  3. Tag another person to contribute to or finish the story.
  4. Please use FTS as a tag so I can find it or link back to part 1.
  5. Have Fun!


Part one – from The Haunted Wordsmith

Victor tugged at the rigging and twisted the rusty knob on the gas tank. He didn’t like leaving his family’s lives in the hands of a second-hand balloon, but what could he do? Everything was gone already; he was lucky to have found this under all the other rubbish in the dump.

“Here, Papa.” Maddie handed him her small, floral bag filled with all her worldly possessions.

He looked in her eyes and smiled. “Thank you, sweetheart.”

“Is there room, Papa?” Jacob clutched his bag close to his chest. “I don’t really need it if there isn’t.”

Victor took his son’s bag and looked inside. Tears flowed down his cheeks. “There is always room for our dreams.” He tucked the wrapped notebook and Maddie’s bag into a small cubby in the balloon’s basket.

Maddie went in first, then Jacob.

“Victor,” Rose said, wiping the tears from her husband’s face, “we are doing the right thing, aren’t we?”

He held her hand against his cheek and closed his eyes. Silently, he nodded and took a deep breath. “It’s the only way.”

Victor helped her into the basket, then he climbed in and turned the knob on the flame. The family waited and watched as the sky filled with balloons. Friends and neighbors made the same choice they had. Many would, some didn’t. It was the only way.

As the balloon tugged against its last connection to the Earth, Maddie screamed and pointed. Victor turned and saw …

Part two – my Addition

The horde of Invaders, wearing their strange red painted leather armour and waving their jagged swords in the air, come marching over the hill.

No one knew where these strange people had come from. It had only been a year ago when radio waves from space had been received that proved they were not the only inhabited planet in the universe. Then they arrived with their great big ships. First, they took over Washington DC. No one had cared when they publicly executed their President, most people didn’t like him much anyway, but then they started turning people into slaves.

The world had been so divided against each other that they could not stop this mighty external force and now they had made it to California.

America was finished. Only one country now held any chance of resistance. They were going to try to make it to Russia. His grandparents had fled from there to escape Communist ideology and now he was trying to go back. He hoped the little bit of Russian he remembered being taught on his Grandmothers knee would be enough to get by.

Victor jumped into the Balloon basket and cut the rope. The wind picked up and they drifted off, just in the nick of time.

The prevailing wind blew them Northwestwards across Oregon and slowly out to sea.

Rose began dishing out some of their meagre food rations, bread and cheese, when she started laughing, hysterically.

Victor grabbed her arm “What is it?”

Rose looked up into his face and said …….


To be Continued.


I think I will choose,

Jo, the Creative PTSD Gal, to take this on if she feels up for the challenge. 🙂

Twittering Tales #119: Seer’s Sup


I have also included The Haunted Wordsmiths Three Things Challenge

Russian, Leather, Cheese.



The Word of the Day is Plan,

Here’s the Plan: Use this word in a post, a poem or story and then link it to the original post, then go and check out the other stories that people have linked. That was you all reach out to a wider audience. You have to take part to reap the rewards. 🙂
Have fun. 🙂

Word of the Day Challenge


Today’s Word of the Day is Plan.

If you want to participate create a pingback to link your post. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.


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Solidarity Blogger Award Nomination

I would like to thank SanaH of A Pause for Nature for nominating me for this award.

I am very grateful. Please click on the link below to read the post and say Hi.

What is: Solidarity Blogger Award Nomination

SIWO (Success Inspirers’ World) is an International Friends Blogging Forum. The idea is to encourage team work and to blog together as a community. As an international friends blogging forum, Success Inspirer’s World provides an opportunity that every blogger is looking for – the opportunity to get more exposure and find more followers and readers.


The Rules:

1. Write a post on your blog thanking the person who nominated you.
2. Paste the award in the post.
3. Provide a link to the blog of the person who nominated you.
4. Tell Success Inspirers’ World, SIWO what you think about solidarity blogging. Is it worthwhile?
5. Nominate 10 bloggers for the award and inform them.


I am an AVID believer in working collaboratively. Writing is a creative medium and as such, by sharing ideas and working together we inspire each other to become ever more creative. It is a win-win situation. Nobody loses by encouraging and working with others.

My Nominees

In the spirit of collaboration, I would like to nominate

Cyranny of Cyranny’s Cove


and Dee Kelly of Thriving not Surviving.


Who work with me on the Word of the Day challenge. We had a plan, and we’ve stuck to it.

Also Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, who produces lots of exciting challenges that encourage and inspire us all.

Also Froggy Crochet of Living Life

and Rory, A Guy Called Bloke,

Dear Blog … 13.19 – 15/01/19

I would also like to nominate Fandango of This, That and the Other, but he doesn’t do awards, I’d just like to say thank you to him for all the collaboration he engenders.


Have a great day. 🙂

FOWC with Fandango — Avid


Twittering Tales #119 – The End of Hostilities – A Tale in 280 characters.

Photo by Pexel @


The camp was deserted, only their enemies’ food still bubbled over the fire.

After they had filled their bags with booty, they couldn’t resist filling their bellies with the delicious bounty left for them.

It was all part of the plan.

They were defeated and no blood was spilled.

[279 Characters]

This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, see link here:

Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 2019


I have also included the Word of the Day prompt: Plan.

A Dance of Inspiration.

And so they danced…

This short story was written in response to a challenge from Froggy Crochet, see here:


The lake was deserted. Not another soul was there, and so they danced. Out on the quiet, still lake, they drifted across its silvery surface, exquisitely elegant.

Without a care, they danced themselves into each other’s hearts.

You could imagine that Tchaikovsky was inspired by their graceful beauty.

After all, he wrote Swan Lake.


Tell the Story – Love in the Rain.

A good blogging pal of mine, with the same name, Kristian, of Life Lessons from around the Dinner Table has tagged me in this challenge.

Apparently, this challenge started with The Eclectic Contrarian,

He posted a picture and challenged three people to write a story based on that picture. One of the people he chose was my friend Kristian. She, in turn, has posted this picture (See Below) and asked me to write my story, then pass it on.


So here we go:

Love in the Rain

It was a typical wet January in the City of London and I’d just popped out of the office to grab a bit of lunch. The rain had eased off, so I just grabbed my raincoat, but left my umbrella behind, under my desk.

In the time it had taken for me to run into my favourite cafe, grab a Tuna Baguette and order my coffee to go, it had started raining again. Not the light, constant drizzle, but a downpour. The water was flowing between the cobbles, washing them clean, but I couldn’t stop to admire them. I was in a dilemma. I had to get back to the office, eat my lunch in time to give my presentation. So much for making a first impression, I was going to look like a drowned rat!

I must have had that ‘lost sheep’ look because someone came over, carrying a large golf umbrella. It was a guy I’d seen around the office but didn’t really know what department he worked in. He always said Hi, and had a nice smile. He was flashing those white teeth of his as he came over.

“Hi. It’s Lucy, isn’t it? Caught out without an umbrella?”

He seemed nice, and stating the obvious wasn’t a crime, so I forgave him for that.

“Yes, It had stopped raining when I came out, but obviously,  not for long. I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Sam. Look, I’m just going pop in a grab a coffee, then how about I walk you back to the office? The umbrella’s big enough for both of us.”

“OK, thanks Sam” I was relieved. I wasn’t going to end up looking all bedraggled for my presentation after all. I probably wouldn’t have long to eat the baguette though.

As I waited for Sam to get his coffee, I went over what I had to say in my head. I had been given this project by my boss, to look at untapped marketing areas the company could exploit. If it went well, she told me, I could be looking at promotion out of it. That’s if the big boss liked it. I’d been at the company for six months and I’d never met the big boss yet. He spent most of his time at the New York office.

Sam had picked up an Americano and then we left together.

“Gosh, I love this country and all the rain. Don’t you?” Sam said.

“It’s OK, I guess, It’s growing on me” I replied. I had to admit that sharing an umbrella with a smart looking guy with a nice smile, wasn’t a bad way to spend a lunch break.

He walked me back to the office and we said goodbye at the lift. He was going to the top floor, whereas I went straight to the conference centre. Then I put all thought of him out of my head as I got everything prepared, taking sips of coffee and an occasional bite out of my baguette while I set the projector up.

At One o’clock, on the dot, the door opened and in walked my manager, Sandra, with a man who must have been the big boss. He must have been in his fifties. He had a businesslike, no-nonsense appearance. This wasn’t a guy who had time for anything other than work.

As I shook hands with him, a good firm handshake, he turned and introduced me to someone standing behind him. It was Sam.

“May I introduce my head of Marketing, Sam Greensmith. He’s who you’ll be working for if your presentation is as good as Sandra tells me it is.”

Suddenly, I felt a bit shy, but I managed to pull myself together.

The presentation went well. Overall, it had been a very productive afternoon.

I got my promotion and something else too.

They say you fall in love fastest in a rainstorm.


The End

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/January/2019


I hope you like this story.

So, to continue the challenge, Here is a picture:


I nominate:


Weight Loss, World Peace And Getting Whack Job Scientists Laid




Kira’s Sunday Scribbles

The latest picture from Kira’s Sunday Scribbles is now out.

Let this picture set your imagination racing, create a post and link it to the original post, to share with everyone taking part in this challenge.

Word of the Day Challenge


Welcome to Kira’s weekly inspirational art piece.

Let the whole picture tell you a story, or dive into the small intricate details to make one up! Write a poem, a fiction piece or come up with a picture or drawing of your own, that you feel relates to it.

Feel free to copy Kira’s drawing, to add it to your own post!

Anything goes, there are no rules. But don’t forget to link us to your post with a pingback. Not sure how to do that? See how to create pingbacks here.

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He who shall not be named – A silly poem.


A Bishop of Buffoonery,

Such Inane Chicanery,

Lauded by his Goonery,

Exquisite in his Vanity,

But renowned for his profanity.

He’s Completely lost his sanity.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/January/2019

FOWC with Fandango — Inane